Poetry by self-publishing dystopian and cyberpunk author, writer, and marketer Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
A world stuck in its own shadow not growing
Not moving the way, we were told it would
Was it a lie?
A mass conspiracy
A social hoax, on us all
An experiment gone wrong
They promise so much and yet deliver so little
False prophets peddling fear and lies
Empty headed and lose tongued
Whispering in the ears of informants
Whilst snarling in the face of democracy
False vipers
Fangs removed, looking to incite a riot
A false revolution
A knuckled headed coup on the people
Fooling no one but those attracted to the alternative to truth
